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Champion
human
25 years old
traveler
played by chiaroscuro
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Post by valentino cervantes on Dec 30, 2014 7:51:08 GMT
 At some point in time, someone had told Cervantes that the sun was, in fact, just a big ball of fire. Cervantes, being a sensible individual with minimal interest in science, wrote that off as fiction, because everyone knew the sun was made of sunlight, right. Now, though, he could definitely believe such a claim. The sun beat down hot on his back, and Cervantes would have stripped of his cloak if he weren’t so worried about getting sand on it. He’d ditched two of his three water skins, against the advice of the locals of the last town he’d visited, but he’d figured that they were empty of water, and dead weight was dead weight. It wasn’t like there was any water to refill them with, anyway. Cervantes fell to his knees, panting. Maybe it was true. Maybe he couldn’t make it all the way from Zaqar to Belet in one day’s travel, but how was he supposed to know that without trying it himself, right. He reached for his last waterskin, face falling a his hand groped at empty air. Empty, then. Staring out in the distance, Cervantes saw nothing but miles and miles of sand, and then more sand. No landmarks existed to mark his travel, and he had to wonder if he’d even made any progress at all. Perhaps this was the end. At least there was no one around to laugh at him. Small mercies, he supposed.
notes: so dramatic tagged: ZAYNAB IQBAL |
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Monster
DJINNI
327 years old
WANDERER
played by PISCES
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COLOR YOUR CARTOGRAPHY IN YOUR DREAMS OF ME; MAPS WILL NOT LIE WILL NOT LIE WILL NOT LIE IN ME
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Post by ZAYNAB IQBAL on Dec 30, 2014 9:04:58 GMT
everyone knew there were dangerous things in the desert that led travelers astray—mirages shimmering at the horizon, whispers from the shifting sands, sudden circling storms. the unprepared and the cocky fell under the desert's fatal lull, lost their minds and shriveled up, mouths ajar. zaynab had seen it myriad times—bodies half-buried from afar, burnt cheeks and glassy eyes up close. sometimes the djinni played the silent spectator, sometimes he was one of those dangerous things. the disappearing ghost of the dunes, the plaintive voice carried by the wind. he'd been watching the red-haired traveler for miles now, invisible and from a distance, until the figure collapsed and grasped for his water skin. he winked closer, studied the despairing expression scrawled on the young man's face. it seemed a little early to give up. others before him had gone farther, thirstier. from a few feet away, peals of laughter rung out, the source of the sound unseen. then, a child's voice: "is it over already?" |
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Champion
human
25 years old
traveler
played by chiaroscuro
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Post by valentino cervantes on Jan 2, 2015 1:39:18 GMT
Cervantes was about ready to lay down and call it a day when a voice broke through his pitiful musings. He was bent on ignoring it, really, but after a couple of minutes of mulling the words over, Cervantes realized that the voice couldn’t have been a hallucination, as his hallucinations would never have been so rude. He gave voice to this thought. “That’s not very nice.”On second thought, he rolled over as well, facing the source of the voice. “Maybe I’m just taking a short rest. I’ll… I’ll get up in a moment.”Squinting his eyes open, Cervantes saw nothing but sand at first, and then after, nothing but unpleasantly clear blue sky. And then… a child? Blinking rapidly, Cervantes managed to get sand in his eyes, but the child remained. “Can I help you?” said Cervantes, using his haughtiest voice, though the effect was perhaps ruined by his refusal to move from this prone position on the ground.
tagged: ZAYNAB IQBAL |
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Monster
DJINNI
327 years old
WANDERER
played by PISCES
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COLOR YOUR CARTOGRAPHY IN YOUR DREAMS OF ME; MAPS WILL NOT LIE WILL NOT LIE WILL NOT LIE IN ME
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Post by ZAYNAB IQBAL on Jan 2, 2015 4:31:56 GMT
nice—monosyllabic and too sibilant, a vague human concept he couldn't wrap his arms around or fit on his tongue. when his last master greedily ran pudgy fingers creased with stone-set rings over the gold and silver on display in belet's marketplace, 'nice' was the word the witch breathed. zaynab didn't want to be nice like an ornament, something to be worn and possessed. in the time the other remained bent over in silence, zaynab drifted down to touch his toes to the sand, fully rooted and now visible to the average human. there was no harm in revealing himself, he'd decided. he felt no ill will from the redhead—not yet. his mouth turned up when the traveler rolled over and spoke again. "of course," zaynab agreed easily, smile bright and posture open and welcoming for the other to see. his fingers laced together behind his back. "aren't you the one who needs help? you're out of water." |
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Champion
human
25 years old
traveler
played by chiaroscuro
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Post by valentino cervantes on Jan 3, 2015 2:39:49 GMT
From what Cervantes could tell, the child looked neither sunburned nor parched, which meant that he was either a local or not human at all. Or completely nuts. With a slight frown, Cervantes wracked his brain for any recollection of there being a settlement nearby; of course, such a search was inevitably fruitless, since he didn’t quite know where he was. Which meant that the kid wasn’t human. Or had really irresponsible parents. Seriously. Bracing himself, Cervantes rolled first onto his back, where he rested for a bit, panting. He sat up with a slight groan, hunching over to hide his face from the sun. This position was cooler, relatively speaking, but that didn’t make it any more pleasant. Still, since looked like this little chat was turning into a conversation proper, Cervantes couldn’t help his ingrained instinct to compose himself. He lifted his head just high enough to make polite eye contact. “Water…” he said dreamily, getting lost in thought for a bit. The sun beat down on his back in what felt like pulsing waves, making Cervantes feel sluggish in both thought and movement. “It’s not like you have water, either,” Cervantes hadn’t looked too closely, but his initial scan hadn’t noted any sort of bulky possessions like waterskins. He didn’t lift his head up to doublecheck, though.
tagged: ZAYNAB IQBAL |
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Monster
DJINNI
327 years old
WANDERER
played by PISCES
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COLOR YOUR CARTOGRAPHY IN YOUR DREAMS OF ME; MAPS WILL NOT LIE WILL NOT LIE WILL NOT LIE IN ME
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Post by ZAYNAB IQBAL on Jan 5, 2015 3:10:04 GMT
he liked having the upper hand, put at ease by their present positions—the djinni taller for once, standing over the hunched traveler, whose movements unintentionally made him smaller in the monster’s eyes, less imposing, a non-threat. whenever zaynab felt caged in, he struck out in apprehensive fear. secure and confident, he acted with magisterial magnanimity—like now. shifting to cast his shadow over the man, zaynab let the other’s comment hang untouched in the air for a brief moment. then he spoke, dragging each syllable out tantalizingly slow, “me? i might.” he blinked innocently, grains of sand glinting off long lashes. “i might not.” |
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